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Another World (5/?)
Fandom: CSI/CSI: Miami/CSI:NY/Everworld
Title: Another World (5/?)
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack, Lindsay Monroe, Christopher Hitchcock, Sir Jarius of Avalon (OC), Melinda Fitzgerald (OC)
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100_prompts Prompt: 021. Solve
Content Warning: Spoilers up to and including "Run Silent, Run Deep."
Summary: Lindsay finds out the hard way what it's like for human slaves.
Author's Note: REALLY REALLY AU. This is, after all, a crossover with a sci-fi/fantasy series. If you are curious and want to know more about Everworld, there are links to the reference posts in the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: If they're the characters of CSI:NY or listed here, I don't own it, and they belong to CBS or K. A. Applegate. However, if it's listed here, it is mine, so please don't use it without my permission.
Melinda watched his face, watched as he prepared himself to say something, and then a glaze washed over his features. As though he was going into a trance. He blinked once, twice, and then shook his head, as though he was just waking up.
“What were we talking about?” he frowned, before looking down and pulling his hand out of hers.
“You were asking me about Danny,” she said, “You were just about to tell me how you saw him last night.”
He gave her a look, before shaking his head, “But I didn’t see Danny last night. I passed out around ten o’clock in my apartment.”
Melinda stared at him for a second, knowing what had happened, but not wanting to believe it. He started to walk away from her again, and she shouted back at him before he got too far.
“Hey! If you see him, tell him to give me a call.” He turned back to her, and gave her a nod.
“Same with you.”
She watched as he got on the elevator and disappeared, and she pulled out her cell phone, dialing a number quickly. She listened to it ring and then groaned at the click as the voicemail picked up.
“You’ve reached the Great Cristiano, otherwise known as Christian Taylor. Chances are I’m either dead asleep, or amazing others with my magical prowess, and that is why I’m unable to have the pleasure of speaking with you. If you will leave me a message, I will return you call, as speedily as humanly possible. Have a good one.”
“Christian, it’s Melinda,” she sighed, “First of all, you’re an idiot. Change that answering machine. Secondly, by the time you get this, you’ll probably have already seen me, but we’ve gotta talk alright? We’ve got a pretty big problem we need to solve. I’ll see you in a few.”
***
Lindsay watched as the men examined the women standing alongside the rack with her. So far they had shown very little interest in her, probably because of her clothes. Most of the other women were wearing dresses, making it easier for the men to examine their—assests. She just hoped that little interested would still be shown in her by the end of the day, and she wouldn’t wind up being separated from Flack. He was the only person she knew in this world, wherever the hell she was, and she didn’t want them to get split up. She was dreading the idea of what making ‘friends’ would be like for her.
She still wasn’t sure how she had gotten here, wherever here was. One minute, she had been sitting at her desk, working on paperwork, the next she was being felt up by a bunch of dirty, smelly men, dressed like barbarians out of the Middle Ages, and when she tried to fight back, the didn’t hesitate in smacking her across the face before proceeding. When the leader, a man who was just as repulsive as he looked, deemed her ‘fit for sale,’ she was loaded into the cart, and watched as he turned on Flack.
Now she was keeping her eyes focused anywhere but what was going on around her, hoping that what her teachers said about avoiding eye contact really was true. She tried to suppress the desperate need to hurl to the back of her throat, and as the day wound down, she was beginning to think it had worked. That is, until a tall man, with greasy dark hair and an oily mustache to match, stepped in front of her, looking her up and down. He was so heavily perfumed that Lindsay felt like she was going to choke, and his speaking voice wasn’t any more pleasant to hear.
“Get on your knees, girl.”
“No,” Lindsay replied, looking him dead in the eye. This only proved to make him angry, and he only shouted back at her.
“On your knees, wench!” Lindsay felt two sets of hands on her shoulders, before she was forced down to the ground. She looked down at the ground, afraid if she looked up, she would really be sick.
“Look me in the eye.” When she didn’t comply, he placed his hand under her chin, and forced her to look up at him, hard, and she winced from the pain in her neck. Having learned from the first two times she disobeyed him, he didn’t even bother to command her, just snapped at the two men who were holding her on her knees.
“Bend her over.”
“No!” she protested struggling the best she could as they pulled her to her feet, and then doubled her over. She tried her best to right herself, but another strong smack to the face dazed her enough that she stopped. She could hear the struggle of chains from the back end of the square they were standing in, followed by a crack, and the sound of leather hitting skin. This was one the one time she wished Flack wasn’t there, and he didn’t have to see her like this.
She closed her eyes and felt her stomach roll as his hands slid up her thighs and over her butt, squeezing her through the material of her pants that she was currently thanking God that she had been wearing instead of a skirt. If it had been a skirt—she didn’t want to even think about what he would do to her.
“Is she to your likin’, Lord Cattleroy?” she recognized the lead barbarian’s voice from behind her, and she thought she could pick up the clatter of horse hooves in the background.
“She seems to be,” the sneering voice sighed from behind her, “I can’t tell through these strange garments you have her in.”
“That’s what we found ‘er in, my Lord. Didn’t have much time to change ‘er into somethin’ more suitable before the showin’.”
“Well, that’s going to affect my price,” Cattelroy continued, “If I can’t be sure of the quality, Conroy, I’m not going to pay for it.”
“I completely understand, my Lord. What is the offer you were thinkin’?”
“I’ll give you twenty pieces of silver for her,” Cattleroy replied, giving her a soft smack across her backside.
“I’ll do you one better than that, Conroy,” a soft Irish accent said from behind them, “I’ll give you my finest stallion, plus thirty pieces of silver for that girl there, and the tall one over there.”
“Sir Jarius!” Conroy’s voice said in surprise. Lindsay wanted to turn and look, see who it was, but the two sets of hands held her firmly in place. “You don’t usually come lookin’ ‘round these parts.”
“Master Cristiano is going to be visiting me, and I must—accommodate his wishes,” ‘Sir Jarius’ explained, and she heard the crunch of boots against the leaves around them as he walked closer.
“That conniving magician hasn’t been around these parts in ages, Jarius,” Cattleroy spoke up, his voice betraying the fact that Jarius had offered a better price, “Some say he’s abandoned this world for the old one.”
“I happen to have it on the best authority that Master Cristiano will be stopping by my land sometime in the next few days. If I am right, my land might not suffer a blight like he placed on it the last time, and if I’m wrong, I have two new additions to my house. And there’s never anything wrong with that.” There was a pause, and Jarius’s voice changed from the softer, conversational tone, to a more business like one, “So how’s my price, Conroy? My finest horse and thirty silver pieces for the two of them?”
“But, Sir Jarius,” Conroy stammered, “You haven’t even examined ‘em yet? How do you know the price you’re offerin’ is fair?”
“Very well, then,” The boots crunched against the leaves again, and she felt the hands leave her shoulders, and a firm grip against her waist standing her up and turning her around.
She looked up and met a pair of warm brown eyes, and the man in front of her gave her a smile, before placing a strong hand under her chin, slowly moving her head from side to side before pulling back from her slightly, and spinning her in a circle.
“Yes,” he nodded, “She’ll do.” He motioned to a tall, blond young man standing behind him, and gently started to steer her towards him, “Christopher, help her to the cart while I examine my other—purchase.”
Lindsay could hear in the way she said the word that he disliked using it. It was almost as though he was using it to keep up appearances. She started to walk with ‘Christopher’ when Conroy’s voice came from behind them.
“Wait! She hasn’t been branded yet. If you want we could just take care of that for ya—”
“That’s quite alright, Conroy,” Jarius replied, “Master Cristiano prefers their skin unmarred.”
“Where are you from?” Christopher’s voice came in her ear, and she looked up in surprise. His voice wasn’t like the others. His voice was distinct and familiar. American, even.
“I’m sorry?” she frowned.
“In America?” Christopher replied, his face eager and hopeful, “Where are you from?”
“Montana, originally,” she replied slowly, “But for the past few months I’ve been living in New York.” She watched as the man’s face fell, and waited for him to continue.
“Not Chicago?” he said, his voice almost heartbroken.
“I’m sorry,” she shook her head, “No.”
“He’ll do too,” Jarius nodded, from where he was standing by Flack, “So do we have a deal, Conroy?”
“Of course, Sir Jarius,” Conroy sighed, “Never say I was a man who would refuse a reasonable offer such as that. Let me just have the deeds done up for you and we’ll be on our way then.”
“Christopher,” Jarius’s voice came again, as he motioned to Flack, “After you’re done assisting the lady, please help the gentleman as well.”
“Yes, Sir Jarius,” Christopher replied, before helping Lindsay onto the cart, and then heading over to take Flack by the arm. Once they both were in the cart, and Jarius had the two yellow pieces of parchment in his hand, Christopher took the reigns of the cart, and Jarius slid up next to him, his voice a hushed whisper.
“Don’t ride back to the house right away. Let’s just get as far away from this damned place as we can, so we can burn these things without it being seen. And we can get them something to eat, they look like they haven’t had anything all day.” A angry scowl crossed his face as he glanced back at the women and men left behind.
“Bloody slavers. You think that we would have outgrown this by now.”
Title: Another World (5/?)
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack, Lindsay Monroe, Christopher Hitchcock, Sir Jarius of Avalon (OC), Melinda Fitzgerald (OC)
100_prompts Prompt: 021. SolveContent Warning: Spoilers up to and including "Run Silent, Run Deep."
Summary: Lindsay finds out the hard way what it's like for human slaves.
Author's Note: REALLY REALLY AU. This is, after all, a crossover with a sci-fi/fantasy series. If you are curious and want to know more about Everworld, there are links to the reference posts in the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: If they're the characters of CSI:NY or listed here, I don't own it, and they belong to CBS or K. A. Applegate. However, if it's listed here, it is mine, so please don't use it without my permission.
Melinda watched his face, watched as he prepared himself to say something, and then a glaze washed over his features. As though he was going into a trance. He blinked once, twice, and then shook his head, as though he was just waking up.
“What were we talking about?” he frowned, before looking down and pulling his hand out of hers.
“You were asking me about Danny,” she said, “You were just about to tell me how you saw him last night.”
He gave her a look, before shaking his head, “But I didn’t see Danny last night. I passed out around ten o’clock in my apartment.”
Melinda stared at him for a second, knowing what had happened, but not wanting to believe it. He started to walk away from her again, and she shouted back at him before he got too far.
“Hey! If you see him, tell him to give me a call.” He turned back to her, and gave her a nod.
“Same with you.”
She watched as he got on the elevator and disappeared, and she pulled out her cell phone, dialing a number quickly. She listened to it ring and then groaned at the click as the voicemail picked up.
“You’ve reached the Great Cristiano, otherwise known as Christian Taylor. Chances are I’m either dead asleep, or amazing others with my magical prowess, and that is why I’m unable to have the pleasure of speaking with you. If you will leave me a message, I will return you call, as speedily as humanly possible. Have a good one.”
“Christian, it’s Melinda,” she sighed, “First of all, you’re an idiot. Change that answering machine. Secondly, by the time you get this, you’ll probably have already seen me, but we’ve gotta talk alright? We’ve got a pretty big problem we need to solve. I’ll see you in a few.”
***
Lindsay watched as the men examined the women standing alongside the rack with her. So far they had shown very little interest in her, probably because of her clothes. Most of the other women were wearing dresses, making it easier for the men to examine their—assests. She just hoped that little interested would still be shown in her by the end of the day, and she wouldn’t wind up being separated from Flack. He was the only person she knew in this world, wherever the hell she was, and she didn’t want them to get split up. She was dreading the idea of what making ‘friends’ would be like for her.
She still wasn’t sure how she had gotten here, wherever here was. One minute, she had been sitting at her desk, working on paperwork, the next she was being felt up by a bunch of dirty, smelly men, dressed like barbarians out of the Middle Ages, and when she tried to fight back, the didn’t hesitate in smacking her across the face before proceeding. When the leader, a man who was just as repulsive as he looked, deemed her ‘fit for sale,’ she was loaded into the cart, and watched as he turned on Flack.
Now she was keeping her eyes focused anywhere but what was going on around her, hoping that what her teachers said about avoiding eye contact really was true. She tried to suppress the desperate need to hurl to the back of her throat, and as the day wound down, she was beginning to think it had worked. That is, until a tall man, with greasy dark hair and an oily mustache to match, stepped in front of her, looking her up and down. He was so heavily perfumed that Lindsay felt like she was going to choke, and his speaking voice wasn’t any more pleasant to hear.
“Get on your knees, girl.”
“No,” Lindsay replied, looking him dead in the eye. This only proved to make him angry, and he only shouted back at her.
“On your knees, wench!” Lindsay felt two sets of hands on her shoulders, before she was forced down to the ground. She looked down at the ground, afraid if she looked up, she would really be sick.
“Look me in the eye.” When she didn’t comply, he placed his hand under her chin, and forced her to look up at him, hard, and she winced from the pain in her neck. Having learned from the first two times she disobeyed him, he didn’t even bother to command her, just snapped at the two men who were holding her on her knees.
“Bend her over.”
“No!” she protested struggling the best she could as they pulled her to her feet, and then doubled her over. She tried her best to right herself, but another strong smack to the face dazed her enough that she stopped. She could hear the struggle of chains from the back end of the square they were standing in, followed by a crack, and the sound of leather hitting skin. This was one the one time she wished Flack wasn’t there, and he didn’t have to see her like this.
She closed her eyes and felt her stomach roll as his hands slid up her thighs and over her butt, squeezing her through the material of her pants that she was currently thanking God that she had been wearing instead of a skirt. If it had been a skirt—she didn’t want to even think about what he would do to her.
“Is she to your likin’, Lord Cattleroy?” she recognized the lead barbarian’s voice from behind her, and she thought she could pick up the clatter of horse hooves in the background.
“She seems to be,” the sneering voice sighed from behind her, “I can’t tell through these strange garments you have her in.”
“That’s what we found ‘er in, my Lord. Didn’t have much time to change ‘er into somethin’ more suitable before the showin’.”
“Well, that’s going to affect my price,” Cattelroy continued, “If I can’t be sure of the quality, Conroy, I’m not going to pay for it.”
“I completely understand, my Lord. What is the offer you were thinkin’?”
“I’ll give you twenty pieces of silver for her,” Cattleroy replied, giving her a soft smack across her backside.
“I’ll do you one better than that, Conroy,” a soft Irish accent said from behind them, “I’ll give you my finest stallion, plus thirty pieces of silver for that girl there, and the tall one over there.”
“Sir Jarius!” Conroy’s voice said in surprise. Lindsay wanted to turn and look, see who it was, but the two sets of hands held her firmly in place. “You don’t usually come lookin’ ‘round these parts.”
“Master Cristiano is going to be visiting me, and I must—accommodate his wishes,” ‘Sir Jarius’ explained, and she heard the crunch of boots against the leaves around them as he walked closer.
“That conniving magician hasn’t been around these parts in ages, Jarius,” Cattleroy spoke up, his voice betraying the fact that Jarius had offered a better price, “Some say he’s abandoned this world for the old one.”
“I happen to have it on the best authority that Master Cristiano will be stopping by my land sometime in the next few days. If I am right, my land might not suffer a blight like he placed on it the last time, and if I’m wrong, I have two new additions to my house. And there’s never anything wrong with that.” There was a pause, and Jarius’s voice changed from the softer, conversational tone, to a more business like one, “So how’s my price, Conroy? My finest horse and thirty silver pieces for the two of them?”
“But, Sir Jarius,” Conroy stammered, “You haven’t even examined ‘em yet? How do you know the price you’re offerin’ is fair?”
“Very well, then,” The boots crunched against the leaves again, and she felt the hands leave her shoulders, and a firm grip against her waist standing her up and turning her around.
She looked up and met a pair of warm brown eyes, and the man in front of her gave her a smile, before placing a strong hand under her chin, slowly moving her head from side to side before pulling back from her slightly, and spinning her in a circle.
“Yes,” he nodded, “She’ll do.” He motioned to a tall, blond young man standing behind him, and gently started to steer her towards him, “Christopher, help her to the cart while I examine my other—purchase.”
Lindsay could hear in the way she said the word that he disliked using it. It was almost as though he was using it to keep up appearances. She started to walk with ‘Christopher’ when Conroy’s voice came from behind them.
“Wait! She hasn’t been branded yet. If you want we could just take care of that for ya—”
“That’s quite alright, Conroy,” Jarius replied, “Master Cristiano prefers their skin unmarred.”
“Where are you from?” Christopher’s voice came in her ear, and she looked up in surprise. His voice wasn’t like the others. His voice was distinct and familiar. American, even.
“I’m sorry?” she frowned.
“In America?” Christopher replied, his face eager and hopeful, “Where are you from?”
“Montana, originally,” she replied slowly, “But for the past few months I’ve been living in New York.” She watched as the man’s face fell, and waited for him to continue.
“Not Chicago?” he said, his voice almost heartbroken.
“I’m sorry,” she shook her head, “No.”
“He’ll do too,” Jarius nodded, from where he was standing by Flack, “So do we have a deal, Conroy?”
“Of course, Sir Jarius,” Conroy sighed, “Never say I was a man who would refuse a reasonable offer such as that. Let me just have the deeds done up for you and we’ll be on our way then.”
“Christopher,” Jarius’s voice came again, as he motioned to Flack, “After you’re done assisting the lady, please help the gentleman as well.”
“Yes, Sir Jarius,” Christopher replied, before helping Lindsay onto the cart, and then heading over to take Flack by the arm. Once they both were in the cart, and Jarius had the two yellow pieces of parchment in his hand, Christopher took the reigns of the cart, and Jarius slid up next to him, his voice a hushed whisper.
“Don’t ride back to the house right away. Let’s just get as far away from this damned place as we can, so we can burn these things without it being seen. And we can get them something to eat, they look like they haven’t had anything all day.” A angry scowl crossed his face as he glanced back at the women and men left behind.
“Bloody slavers. You think that we would have outgrown this by now.”